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Feb 2019
It happened
Can’t go back
Dark alleys seem oh so nice
A quick shot of sweet liquid pain relief
A night of sure fire relief is all I seek
A guarantee death of my soul will follow
It happened
Can’t go back
Dark alleys seem oh so nice
My demons are right up on me
I have not welcomed them this close in oh such along time
Teetering on the edge of  any moons of sobriety
Written by
Yz Doo
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